She pulled his hands off of them and leaned forward, simultaneously grabbing the back of his head and pulling him forward.
“Suck them, Jake,” he heard her say as his face was pulled against her right breast, the nipple sliding first over his forehead, then his nose, before brushing his lips. Without hesitation, he took it into his mouth and began to suckle, his tongue lashing it, feeling the little bumps and ridges. “Oh ... yesss,” Celia sighed, her head falling back a little.
“Mmmm, hmmm,” Jake moaned, lashing the nipple a little more and then switching to the other one and giving it the same treatment. His hands, meanwhile, began to explore the flesh of her upper body, sliding over her back, around to her midriff, up and down her flanks, feeling the softness of her skin, touching everywhere.
“Kiss me some more!” Celia groaned, pulling his face from her nipple and attacking his mouth with hers.
Jake had no problem with this plan. They went back to hungry, open mouth, tongue swirling kisses of pure passion and lust while their hands continued to stroke each other. Celia’s hands pulled on Jake’s shirt forcibly, ripping it open and sending buttons flying across the room in several directions. She then ripped the shirt off of his back and began running her hands over him, scratching at his bare back, touching his bare front.
Jake broke the kiss and then attached his mouth to her neck, which he began kissing and licking, occasionally nipping at with his teeth. Celia really enjoyed this and she began to moan softly, turning her head this way and then that to encourage more of this treatment. Her hand slid down his stomach and across the waist of his slacks. She moved it further south and was soon grasping the bulging protuberance tenting out in front of him. She squeezed it and palpated it, as if trying to learn its exact dimensions. Jake moaned at the sensation and his last remaining shred of self-control, his last hope of putting a stop to this, fell smoking to the ground in a heap.
“So nice,” Celia whispered in his ear. “So hard.”
“Yeah,” Jake breathed back, his tongue swirling around her ear lobe now.
“Let’s go in the bedroom now, Jake,” she suggested, though it was not really a suggestion, it was a demand.
Jake, out of his mind with lust, love, but mostly wanting, quickly agreed. “Let’s go,” he said.
They went, Celia leading Jake by the hand. She closed the door behind them and then walked to the edge of the King-sized bed. Outside, night had now fallen and the snow was still coming down, obscuring their view of the city. “Why don’t you close the blinds?” Celia suggested. “You never know whose prying eyes might be looking in that window.”
“Right,” Jake said, rushing over and closing the blinds on both windows, sealing them into the room. When he turned back to the bed, Celia had dropped the pajama bottoms as well and was standing there completely naked. Her vaginal lips were pink and very swollen, the flesh around them smoothly shaven. Just above, on her mound, was a narrow, neatly trimmed strip of black hair about an inch wide and three inches tall. It was as aesthetically pleasing a pubis as he’d ever seen in his life.
“I shaved when I took a shower earlier,” Celia told him.
“Were you planning this then?” Jake asked her.
She shook her head. “Not consciously,” she said. “Subconsciously... maybe. Who knows what goes on in a woman’s head?”
“Not me,” Jake said, still drinking in the sight of her glorious nudity.
“Why don’t you take your pants off, Jake?” Celia asked him. “Don’t make me be the only one naked here.”
Again, a little bit of sanity tried to rise up in his head and tell him to get out of the room right now, that he still hadn’t done anything truly irrevocable—not really anyway. But before the thought could even fully form, could be pondered at any length, Celia sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs a little bit, showing him her entire womanhood in all its glory. It was glistening in a most appetizing manner. And he could smell her now! The biting, aroused musk of Celia ready for love. And it was he who had made her ready!
He practically ripped open his pants and quickly pushed them and his underwear to the floor, stepping out of them. His manhood was as rigid as steel, aching with the need to be put somewhere warm and soft and wet, the veins bulging out on it, the head an angry purple in color. Celia’s eyes locked onto it and she smiled.
“Very nice,” she said, holding out her hand. “Come here. Let me touch it.”
He stepped forward, until he was almost standing between her knees. She grasped him in her soft hand, stroking him up and down gently. He moaned at the contact.
“Can I taste it?” she asked softly.
Before he could answer her—not that he would have been likely to say no—she pulled him gently forward and took him into her mouth. Her soft, full lips sucked him in and her tongue began to slide around, licking and caressing him. His moan was considerably louder this time and his hand dropped down, his fingers plunging into her hair, sliding through the soft strands.
She sucked him for the better part of a minute, her head bobbing back and forth, her skillful mouth informing him non-verbally that this particular act was something she had taken the time to learn and master. Just as he started to feel his control slip a bit, as he started to think that she intended to bring him to orgasm in this manner, she stopped, pulling her mouth free with a little plop, a slight string of her saliva stretching and then breaking.
“Uhhh,” he grunted in frustration at the sudden loss of contact.
“Sorry,” she said, “but I’ve got other plans for this thing.”
She scooted herself backward on the bed and then lay on her back, spreading her legs wider, opening herself up to him submissively.
“Put it in me, Jake,” she told him.
“Can I lick you first?” he asked, looking at her glistening lips, smelling her musk. The longing he felt to put his mouth on her was almost overwhelming.
“Oooh,” she crooned, her smile getting naughtier. “I heard here and there that you are particularly good at that.”
“Here and there?” he asked, wondering if it had been Laura or Helen who had given her that information. Or maybe both of them?
“Here and there,” she confirmed. She spread her legs a little wider. “I accept your offer, as long as you promise to put that weapon of yours where it truly belongs after.”
“I promise,” he promised.
He climbed into the bed with her and put his face between her legs. Ordinarily, he would have started slow, teasing her with his lips on her breasts, on her thighs, in the creases of her groin before moving onto the main event. But it was clear that she neither needed nor wanted the teasing or the build-up for this encounter. She was dripping wet and swollen, her pencil-eraser sized clitoris already sticking out of its hood and ready for ravaging.
“Madres de Dios, Jake,” she hissed as she felt him go to work.
He licked up and down her slick lips, plunged his tongue in and out, tasting her tart juices, and then he went after her clit, sucking on it gently while his hands caressed the baby-smooth skin of her upper thighs. Her breathing picked up to a pant and her hands went to the back of his head, pulling him tighter. Her thighs wrapped around his neck, squeezing him, cutting off his hearing. Her calves draped down over his back, pulling against him there as well.
He sucked harder on her clit, moved one of his hands over and slid first one and then two fingers into her clutching chasm. She was wonderfully tight, wonderfully slick. Her membranes squeezed and contracted at the intrusion and she began to shudder. Her moans grew louder.